BURN
My skin caught on fire at the first touch of the match against my oil soaked skin. The flames burst to life along my arm, my screams muffled against the gag as my hair and skin sizzled at the intense heat.
The woman that light the flame jumped back at the sudden flare and whistled in amazement.
“That caught faster than I thought.” She laughed as she threw the match away in a heavy pewter ashtray.
My screams made my throat raw, my busted lips bleeding against the cloth shoved in my mouth as I tried to jerk my arms from the restraints. The pain was indescribable, the reality of it surreal. My back seized in pain and I arched up away from the pain, my cooked arm shaking uncontrollably, the nerves dancing with intense pain.
My tormentor gasped and retrieved the bucket full of water. She threw it on the flames, the pressure of the water on my skin made me scream before blacking out from shock and lack of air.